AN: Now I know what you're thinking – It's Sunday! Well yes, you're correct, it is indeed Sunday (at least, it is for me). However! I start uni tomorrow (albeit online) so I may be too busy to post it until the evening (in the UK anyway) meaning I decided to post it early rather than late even if I had to spend most of today writing it aha.
Next week's chapter will probably be on Sunday too, and will most likely be the epilogue/last chapter, 31 chapters would mess with my OCD but I can get around it by thinking it's 30 chapters and an epilogue...
Guess it's only fair to give a shoutout to two of my other constant reviewers auntdedra and MacaOQ :D
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Chapter 30
"Quinn…"
"No wait, let me explain." Quinn interrupts, placing her hands on Rachel's waist to stop her from climbing off her lap. "All I want, is a promise, a promise of forever. We don't have to get married tomorrow, hell we don't even have to get married for 20 years but I want a ring on that finger for when we're on opposite sides of the country. I want to claim you properly, in a way that isn't leaving a hickey on your neck for Finn to see. Last night I had this dream, it was us in California, getting married on the beach, three years from now and we don't have to get married like that but think about it Rach, it would be the most romantic location, a lot better weather than in New York any other year, just you and me and our promise of forever."
A smile had been slowly spreading across Rachel's face.
"That does sound incredible, but Quinn…"
"I know exactly what you're going to say and I don't care about the statistics of getting married young. I know that I want you forever, and I hope you feel the same, so I say fuck the statistics. We'll change the statistics."
"Quinn…"
"Wait, just one more thing." The blonde interrupts again, lifting Rachel up, standing and placing the girl back on the piano stool. She pulls a box out of her pocket and kneels down before Rachel. "Rachel Barbra Berry, will you marry me?"
Time seems to stand still as the silence stretches out before them.
"Oh, am I allowed to talk now?" Rachel teases.
"Yes, and please do before my heart breaks."
Rachel takes a deep breath. "Quinn. I love you, more than anything and anyone – don't tell my dads, I may be worried about the statistics but that's not actually what I was going to say. So, let me start over. That does sound incredible, but Quinn, I've always pictured getting married in New York City, once my name was up in lights."
"We can get married anywhere you want love, California, New York, the moon. Tell me a place and I'll be there."
"However, nothing about this relationship has been like how I pictured my future. So I would love to marry you on a Californian beach, three years from now."
"Is that…?"
"Yes Quinn. Yes I will marry you."
To celebrate, Quinn drives herself and Rachel to the nearest beach. Once they're walking barefoot along the sand, hand in hand, everything that they'd faced up until this point, made sense. It was all worth it and either girl would live it a hundred times over just to reach this point.
"Picture it now babe. A beach, just like this one, with a few chairs set up for our family, including our glee family, a white carpet leading us down the aisle towards a beautiful archway. It's cliché but it'll be ours." Quinn grins.
"I love it, and you."
"Want to practise that kiss?" The blonde asks, eyebrow quirked.
"Over and over again for the rest of our lives."
Quinn pulls them together and kisses Rachel, passionately and deeply. Their tongues dance together as if exploring for the first time.
"I know we just got here but… take me home?" Rachel whispers against Quinn's mouth.
"With pleasure."
"Oh, it will be."
Mouths found each other once more as soon as they cross the threshold of the Berry home. Rachel explained her house was easier as her dads were out whereas Judy was still at Quinn's house. Quinn had quickly agreed.
They fumble up the stairs, removing clothing as they went, until they were standing naked in Rachel's bedroom, the brunette trapped between the wall and her fiancé. There was no where she would rather be. Unless being underneath Quinn was an option, which at this moment in time, it was.
"Bed." She mumbles as the blonde starts kissing down her neck.
"Not yet, I have some unfinished business to attend to."
Quinn lowers herself to her knees and gently nudges Rachel's legs apart.
"Think you can stay standing?"
Rachel looks down at the girl between her legs. "Let's find out."
The blonde smirks before poking her tongue out and flicking it against Rachel's clit. She repeats this action a few times then latches her mouth onto the brunette's centre, alternating between small flicks of the tongue and long strokes.
Rachel trembles above her, attempting to continue holding her own weight up. She laces her fingers into Quinn's hair, gently pulling it when the blonde's tongue hits a sensitive area. So Quinn's hair was pulled quite often.
After several moments of ecstasy, wave after wave of pleasure washes over Rachel and her back slides down the wall. She ends up face to face with Quinn, who pulls her in for a kiss so she can taste herself.
Overcome with desire, Rachel pushes Quinn backwards until she's lying on her back on the floor.
"What happened to the bed?" Quinn laughs.
"Too far away."
As Rachel climbs onto Quinn's lap, their cores brush together causing both girls to let out a long moan. The brunette grins, an idea hitting her, and continues to grind against the girl below her.
Quinn's hands land on Rachel's hips, pushing her harder against herself. Their movements become faster and sloppier and soon Quinn is falling over the edge, Rachel coming undone once more soon after as she feels the blonde twitching against her.
They spend the rest of the afternoon in each other's embrace, enjoying release over and over again.
That evening, Quinn invites her mother over for dinner at Rachel's house. Rachel's dads had not long got home and luckily the girls had thought to clean up their clothes before they arrived.
Once all the parents were sat around the table, Rachel and Quinn walk in from the kitchen.
"Where's the food?" Hiram asks, noticing the girls' empty hands.
"Dads, Judy, Quinn and I have some news before we start dinner." Rachel starts before simply lifting up her left hand, showing off her ring. It was a simple silver band with a small inset pink diamond.
"You finally asked her!" LeRoy exclaims.
"What?" Rachel questions, looking at a blushing Quinn.
"Um…" The blonde stutters.
"She asked us for permission months ago." Hiram explains.
"You did?"
"Well, um, yes, but then everything went wrong and I lost confidence in whether I was who you wanted." Quinn adds shyly.
Rachel had never seen Quinn looking so bashful, it was adorable.
"I love you." She whispers, though everyone heard her anyway.
"I love you more." The blonde smirks.
"Hmm… not possible. Quinn Fabray, you will forever be the one I want, you don't need to be anyone but yourself. I don't need anything fancy in life. Just you."
